ALL day it rained, but now the air Is clear and fine. The sunset glow has fallen where The wet streets shine; They take the colours of the west, The gold and rose. Yet over head, I think, is best, Where softly glows A space of luminous tender blue, But flaked with fire, As though the perfect peace there knew A pure desire. Beneath the fluted columns rise, With grey, broad frieze; And every dove that coos and flies Is grey as these. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I LOOK IN MY HEART by SARA TEASDALE CA' THE YOWES TO THE KNOWES by ROBERT BURNS LOVE-LILY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE DIVISION OF POLAND by EDWIN ARNOLD THE SURRENDER by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |